Wrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home
And doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become
Converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Ode to sleep perchance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home
And doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become
Converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Ode to sleep perchance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head
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Oh, and that album is about a man who prefers to live in fantasy over reality so your "deluded reality" statement is spot-on!
Ah, ELO... Grandaddy can quote you perfectly ::sighs::